(Dylan/Levy)
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Lazy stadium night
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Catfish on the mound.
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"Strike three," the umpire said,
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Batter have to go back and sit down.
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Catfish, million-dollar-man,
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Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Used to work on Mr. Finley's farm
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But the old man wouldn't pay
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So he packed his glove and took his arm
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An' one day he just ran away.
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Catfish, million-dollar-man,
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Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Come up where the Yankees are,
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Dress up in a pinstripe suit,
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Smoke a custom-made cigar,
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Wear an alligator boot.
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Catfish, million-dollar-man,
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Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Carolina born and bred,
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Love to hunt the little quail.
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Got a hundred-acre spread,
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Got some huntin' dogs for sale.
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Catfish, million-dollar-man,
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Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Reggie Jackson at the plate
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Seein' nothin' but the curve,
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Swing too early or too late
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Got to eat what Catfish serve.
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Catfish, million-dollar-man,
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Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Even Billy Martin grins
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When the Fish is in the game.
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Every season twenty wins
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Gonna make the Hall of Fame.
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Catfish, million-dollar-man,
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Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Catfish
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| Joe Cocker |
